Chapter 122

Scarlett and War Goddess 

At the hospital, Michael had just finished getting his wound dressed. 

The cut on his forehead meant they had to trim his bangs, and for the first time, Scarlett could see his face clearly. 

His features were clean and soft-almost scholarly, like someone who didn’t quite belong in a place like this. 

“I didn’t expect that… you’re actually kind of handsome,” Hilary said, leaning in for a closer look. 

Michael shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. He’d always kept his hair long to hide behind it, to keep people at a distance. But now, little by little, he was starting to step out of that shell. 

“Hmm…” Hilary clicked her tongue. “Still too skinny, though. Built like a stick. A real man should have some muscle.”